I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

The night wind howled, and a murderous aura permeated the air.

Just as tensions were about to rise, a sharp shout, like a bell breaking the dawn, tumbled down from the eaves of the palace, shaking everyone to their core.

Everyone looked up in surprise, and the moonlight outlined an old yet robust figure.

Atop the eaves, an old monk stood alone, his moon-white robe fluttering in the wind, a steel staff in his hand lying silently.

His beard and hair were as white as snow, but his eyes held a light as deep as an ancient well.

This person was none other than Master Huiming, the head of the martial arts hall at Motuo Lanruo Temple.

"Huiming?"

Cijue's expression changed slightly, and a hint of panic flashed in his eyes.

Master Huiming swayed and landed steadily in the arena. His gaze swept over Jin and Long'er, finally settling on Cijue, and he said in a deep voice:

"Compassionate One, do not be reckless."

"These two benefactors are not the murderers."

"Huiming, what do you mean by this?" Cijue argued forcefully.

"They appeared at the crime scene and took Master Yiyou hostage..."

"This old monk was patrolling the back mountain just now," Master Huiming interrupted him.

"I witnessed a dark figure kill the host and then flee."

"I gave chase, but the thief was extremely skilled in martial arts and escaped under the cover of night."

"When this old monk returned, these two benefactors had just arrived."

Upon hearing this, the monks were in an uproar, and the weapons they had been pointing at Jin and Long'er hesitated and fell.

Seeing that the situation was hopeless and his attempt to frame someone had failed, Cijue could only grit his teeth and put on a sorrowful expression:

"So that's how it is... I was rash and almost wronged an innocent person."

"Since Huiming testified, it must be true."

He took a deep breath and waved his hand, saying:

"All disciples, listen to my command: properly collect the remains of the abbot and fellow disciples, and choose an auspicious day for their burial."

"As for the murderer... my Motuo Lanruo Temple will tear him to pieces and make him pay for his crime in blood!"

After saying this, he gave Jin and Long'er a deep look, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, and then led the monks to carry the corpse away in a hurry.

As the figures dispersed, the Zen temple returned to its deathly silence, with only the lingering stench of blood in the night wind.

Jin's tense body relaxed slightly, and he slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, gathering all the surging true energy around him into his dantian.

"Goodness, that was incredibly dangerous!"

Master Yiyou stepped forward, his small, beady eyes darting around Jin's legs, clicking his tongue in amazement.

"Hey sir, those kicks you gave the monk during our earlier fight were really powerful!"

"I, a monk, pride myself on my unparalleled 'Water Shifting' technique, but I never imagined I'd fall into your hands."

"May I ask your honorable name? And what unparalleled leg technique do you use?"

Jin clasped his hands in a fist salute:

"My name is Jin, and this is Long'er."

"I have offended you greatly just now, which is why you used the 'Formless Divine Wind Leg'."

"The Formless Divine Wind Leg?" Master Yiyou's eyes lit up, and he suddenly realized.

"Oh! So you are the infamous 'Formless Divine Wind Leg' of the martial arts world!"

"No wonder, no wonder!"

"I have no grievance against losing to you, monk!"

After exchanging pleasantries, Yiyou changed the subject and asked curiously:

"But speaking of which, what are you two doing out in this desolate place in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?"

"Don't tell me you came here to admire the moon."

"We heard that your temple is about to hold a 'Monks and Nuns Alliance Conference', so we came to pay our respects."

"Visiting the conference?"

Master Yiyou looked at the two of them suspiciously, clearly not quite believing them.

The three walked through the corridor.

The moonlight was dim and hazy, filtering through the carved wooden window and casting dappled shadows on the ground like broken glass.

The air was filled with an eerie mingling of the stench of blood and the scent of sandalwood, a scent that sent chills down one's spine when inhaled.

Yiyou led the way, but her steps were somewhat heavy. In the end, she couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

Why did the master sigh?

Seeing his gloomy expression, Long'er asked softly.

"Sigh, it's a long story."

Yiyou shook her head, her usual carefree attitude greatly diminished, her small, beady eyes filled with bloodshot veins and grief.

"The Motuo Lanruo Temple is no longer a place for quiet meditation."

With the "Monks and Nuns Alliance Conference" just around the corner, all sorts of shady characters are eyeing the position of alliance leader, and things aren't going to be peaceful in our temple...

He lowered his voice and gestured towards a brightly lit palace behind him:

"Take Cijue for example. Relying on his position as deputy abbot and head of the monastic discipline, he is arrogant and domineering, forming cliques and trying to oust the abbot."

"The abbot... always kept in mind the bond between fellow disciples and was always tolerant of others."

"Given what happened tonight, I think he's probably involved."

Jin remained silent, but his sharp gaze swept over the patrolling groups of monks he encountered along the way.

He noticed that although these monks carried sticks and looked alert, their steps were unsteady and their eyes were shifty. They did not seem like true elites, but rather like a hastily assembled rabble.

Upon seeing Yiyou, they would simply put their palms together in a gesture of respect, but their eyes would unconsciously dart elsewhere, revealing a hint of guilt.

"These patrolmen are all from Cijue's group," Ichiyou explained in a low voice, his tone full of disdain.

"The abbot's body is barely cold, and he immediately took control of the temple's defenses, claiming it was to track down the murderer. Hmph, I think it's just him embezzling from within, keeping an eye on those of us who know the truth!"

"The master seems to have a deep-seated prejudice against the deputy abbot, Cijue."

Jin suddenly spoke, his voice flat and devoid of emotion.

Yiyou paused, turned back to look at Jin, and in the moonlight, tears streamed down his comical face.

"It's more than just prejudice!"

"The abbot has been incredibly kind to me. He is a kind and benevolent man who treats everyone with kindness, which is why this wolfish and ambitious person has been able to grow so powerful."

"Now that he has been murdered, if I, a monk, do not seek justice for him, I will have wasted my life wearing this monk's robe and studying Buddhist scriptures for half my life!"

By the end, his voice was choked with emotion, and his thin body trembled slightly.

Seeing this, Long'er felt a pang of pity and offered her a silk handkerchief:

"Please accept my condolences, Master."

Yiyou took the handkerchief, wiped her face haphazardly, and forced a smile:

"Please excuse my poor appearance, young benefactor."

As they spoke, they arrived at a secluded guest room.

An old plum tree stands in the courtyard, its branches gnarled and twisted, resembling a menacing ghostly claw in the night.

"Alright, let's not talk about these unlucky things." Master Yiyou waved his hand, barely managing to regain some of his carefree demeanor.

"Someone just died here, so don't wander around."

"Let's make do for the night first, and then decide whether to stay or leave when it gets light."

"Thank you, Master." Long'er clasped her hands in a respectful bow.

Yi You turned and left, her silhouette appearing somewhat lonely and resolute in the moonlight.

Several miles outside the temple, there is a solitary cliff.

A dilapidated wooden bridge, like a ghostly finger, plunges into the bottomless, icy pool below the cliff.

The cold wind, sharp as a knife, swept across the bridge, eliciting a mournful creaking sound—the sobbing of the night, and the whispers of wronged souls.

At the end of the bridge, two figures stood.

The pale moonlight illuminated the red robe draped over one of the figures; it was Cijue.

Before him stood a figure shrouded in a black cloak, his face contorted by a grotesque bronze mask, revealing only a pair of emotionless eyes.

"My lord..." Cijue bowed, her voice trembling with resentment.

"You promised me that you would only disable the abbot's martial arts, making him unable to manage affairs, so that I could rightfully take over the abbot's position."

"But now... you not only killed him, but also slaughtered so many of your fellow disciples... your methods are far too ruthless..."

He glanced furtively at the bronze mask, then mustered his courage and said again:

"Furthermore... what you've done makes me feel... that you've broken your promise..."

A cold snort came from beneath the mask, chilling to the bone.

"How can a woman's kindness accomplish great things?"

Dugu Ming stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze piercing through the holes in his mask, coldly observing the churning clouds beneath his feet.

"To conceal my identity, I did not use my ultimate Dragon Subduing Technique, but only used ordinary leg techniques to shatter their heart meridians, which is already the greatest mercy."

"Otherwise, if I were to unleash my divine power, they would all be reduced to dust, along with their meditation room."

Upon hearing this, Cijue trembled, and cold sweat instantly soaked through his monk's robe.

Dugu Ming turned around, his voice laced with sarcasm:

"Furthermore, as long as Old Ghost Xinming lives, you will never have the chance to become the leader of the Monk and Nun Alliance."

"I never leave any future troubles in my actions."

"But..." Cijue wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Now that so many people have died, and Huiming and Yiyou have interfered, what if the investigation leads back to this humble monk..."

"Investigate? How do you investigate?" Dugu Ming sneered.

"Haven't we already found a scapegoat?"

"Although there was a slight mishap tonight, allowing those two lads to escape, as long as you insist they were the ones who did it, and with my covert support, they won't be able to wash away this filth!"

After saying that, he suddenly waved his sleeve, and a domineering and unparalleled dragon-slaying energy, like a dragon's tail, instantly dispersed the surrounding thick fog.

"Go back! Prepare yourself to become the abbot of your six temples and eighteen monasteries!"

"I have paved the way for you to become the leader of the Monks and Nuns Alliance; you should be happy!"

Cijue looked at the domineering man in front of her, and despite her fear, she knew that she had no way out.

"Yes...yes...thank you for your guidance, my lord..."

He nodded meekly, then turned and stumbled back into the temple as if a demon were chasing him.

Watching Cijue's departing figure, Dugu Ming stood with his hands behind his back, a cold smile curving his lips beneath the mask.

"Useless," he muttered to himself, his voice full of disdain.

"If it weren't for the need to control the alliance of monks and nuns, to have another pawn, why would I associate with a coward like you who clings to life and fears death?"

The night wind howled, causing his black cloak to flutter and rustle behind him.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Three sharp and resounding bell tolls suddenly echoed, like three heavy hammer blows striking the ancient temple's heart, shattering the deathly silence.

The sound of the bell was not as melodious as the morning bell and evening drum; instead, it conveyed a resolute determination to not turn back until hitting a wall, as well as a blood-stained fear and grim atmosphere, as if it were a tearful warning to all the gods and Buddhas in the heavens.

Cijue, who had just returned to his meditation room and was still terrified by Dugu Ming's domineering behavior, suddenly changed his expression upon hearing the sound.

"Outrageous! Who's ringing the bell in the middle of the night?"

He had a guilty conscience, and was now filled with shock and anger. He immediately pushed open the door and rushed out, his figure transforming into a swift shadow as he followed the sound towards the clock tower.

The clock tower stands tall, suspended in mid-air.

With a few quick leaps, Cijue had already darted upstairs.

Under the moonlight, a thin monk was holding a huge bell hammer, gathering his inner strength once again, trying to smash the ancient bell that had stood for a thousand years.

"Yiyou! Have you gone mad?" Cijue shouted angrily, both surprised and furious.

"Unauthorized use of the ritual bell is punishable by caning according to the precepts!"

"What is your intention in disturbing the temple's peaceful meditation?"

Upon hearing the sound, Master Yiyou stopped and slowly turned around.

His chest heaved violently, his usual playful expression vanished, and his small, beady eyes were now bloodshot as he stared intently at Cijue with a chilling, murderous aura.

"Caning?" Yi You sneered, his voice hoarse like a broken gong.

"My life is worthless, what do I have to fear from the caning?"

"As for you, deputy host, you arrived so quickly, staying up so late!"

Cijue's heart skipped a beat, but his face remained calm as he sternly said:

"Nonsense!"

"With the abbot's passing, as the deputy abbot, it is my duty to take care of the temple's safety and well-being!"

"Are you playing tricks here? Are you perhaps in cahoots with the murderer?"

"Cijue! Don't you dare slander me!" Enraged, Yiyou slammed his mallet heavily on the ground, making the entire wooden clock tower vibrate.

"I, the monk, already know who harmed the abbot!"

"Tonight, I will ring this 'warning bell,' proclaiming to the entire temple the exposure of that wolf in sheep's clothing!"